http://slow.writerscafe.org/14jennclev The original writings of author beautiful dreamer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986598 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 They say this used to be a grand town.It was said to be warm and inviting, it had charm. The town bustled withparties and community dances held at the town hall every Friday night, businessesbooming and people strolling on the streets at any moment morning, afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1668226/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1668225/ What is normal? I don’t fit into “normal” I wonder if anyone does I think normal is just a concept To keep members of society in their place Fear is the best conditioning Well we are afraid to show our real face!Our tr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1481447/ inspired by a vine audio...lol http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1478215/ I’m worthless so it seemsStaring through a kaleidoscope of broken dreams When I was young people asked what I wanted to be “A ballerina!” i'd reply playfully Seven years of classes went down the drainI didn’t feel the work w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1478209/ I’m just an old writer hen stuck in her ways I don’t care about the new trends of today. What once was great is still great to me I don’t plan to make writing my prosperity.  I plan to write in the way I know best And n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1475351/ for Ally the Cat http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1474155/ poem prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1473293/ poem prompt http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1473291/ Close my eyes And listen to the broken breathing of my room mateProbably caused from a stuffed up noseShivering but too comfortable to get up and change thethermostatWho knew that this would be my lifeThat I would be living in a small roomAt .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1473289/ “A new year, a new me” If I’m telling myself this common sayingA lie it will probably beI’m probably going to always procrastinateAnd I’ll probably still stay up too lateI may get better gradesBut I probably wont.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1473285/ Come around the corner And the cold hits you It hits you like a slap in the faceAnd that how it feels tooIt stings and it burns and it makes your teeth chatterAt this point of cold Does class even matter?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1473282/ Held in the strong warm arms of my adored I feel a spark inside me that Ive never felt beforeNever have I seen a pair of eyes so blue That can possibly just blink to say “I love you”Never have I felt my heart flutter so Or shared a sweet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1450291/ hi sorry this is not actual writing but if your reading this you actually care enough about me to actually read it so you're a perfect candidate. i am a lonely college student in need of a pen pal ( perferably in the us or canada so i dont have to pay ALOT of extra postage sorry international friend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1430229/  Rolling amber fields fade away As little suburbs appear along the wayA two-story house Trades in for a two person dorm roomOne building for schoolIs no longer the ruleHome cooked meals Are exchanged for dining hall dealsIt&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1420146/ In the abyss of the blue irisI see every moment there ever wasAnd all the moments to beFrom the very first moment That there was you and meI see structures tall and wideBut not too tall to extend Above the lady’s eyeI see wood g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1420143/ Its truly funny how time changes thingsHow you are dead set in one direction Then sharply pulled into the path of another Connections formed or lost or found againAnd it just feels terribly right Or terribly wrong… depending. Things yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1330198/ inspired by the book "brave new world" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1321880/ actually a song http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1250180/ The stage             The stage! Ohmy beautiful playground XD. Most of the time you will perform in an auditoriumon a raised stage. Dance in straight lines on the floor is not an optionbecause.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1249753/ I was on the dream team I had my priorities straightI was dependable, level headed Macy Never once was I late   But I had a lazy momentVery early in the morning my dad wanted to go running Instead of jumping right up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1249712/ The basics: important rules for show choir             Okay nowthat you’ve made it! time to dig in and give yah the deets!   Things about show choir  &middot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1249243/ Show choir: First things first…. auditions               Hey thereand welcome to the wonderful world of show choir where you are going to becomea performer extraordinaire! First th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1249241/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1249224/ please tell me how this make you feel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1248639/ attention writers the countdown is done now! im eighteen yippee! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1247081/ Chapter four              Mr. Vincentcleared his throat and the whole choir scurried to their places. I wassandwiched between Raylee and Melanie in the Soprano section, who werebeginning to be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1246243/ Chapter three             Oakleywas not what I would call a pleasant place to live. It seemed the police werealways out and about chasing someone or writing a ticket, their “boomingbusin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1245240/ Chapter two             The glasson my hand has the same temperature as my heart, cold. I stare out the big baywindow watching a stray dog wonder around the abandoned square as mommascurries a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1243180/ Chapter one    They say this used to be a grandtown. It was said to be majestic, extravagant, with parties and balls held atthe town hall every Friday night, businesses booming and people strolling onthe streets at any moment morning, afte.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1243154/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1243153/ I’ve gotten through the bitterness and the spite As you walk down the hall I can look you straight onI don’t even flinch anymoreI know you are still hurting…far more than I And I know it’s for more than not having a guy I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1240317/ self portrait poem upon friedas suggestion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1238422/ a train whistle is a G-major 6th chord in music. listen closely next time one sounds maybe you can hear the notes :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1236091/ Everything seems either too dull or too brightYou spend all day wishing for night To just get through this day, to sleep it offAs if you could, sleep that is And it just seems wrong to liveNothing but little painful memories Are playing throu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1235634/ just and idea. how to make something poetic with a limit on words and how many words to use in a line. 16 words 8 lines. did i succeed? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1235597/ Climbing to that platform One rung at a time With each step your life is on the line You’ve crossed the short wire And the high wire with the netNow your fate shall be met One rung two rung three rung fourSuddenly there are rungs no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1233804/ Don’t forget the…Milk, eggs, Laundry soapYou can’t forget the bread you silly dope!Toothpaste, clear-care, shampoo Oh and get some flour too!Spic and span, paper towels, a new windshield scraperAnd don’t leave that st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1233715/ These walls so built by my father’s hands All so perfectly cream coloredRise up around me and make what I call… My home.  The hardwood floors that are perfect for dancing on The tear-stained, snow stained, dirt and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1233710/ Echoes in an empty hall Echoes of unseen footfallBut not unheardA fear is raised from your own sanctionThe horror absurd But all to real A glance into the darknessReveals nothing to the naked eyeBut echoes resume to tellThe eye is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1233697/ there is more i promise! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1233292/ A walk through show choir competition,   3;30 am- wake up, force your self out of bed, stab yourselfin the eye a couple times trying to do your eyeliner then give up cause one ofthe other girls who is a fricking eyeliner expert will do it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1185644/ Go ahead girl snicker at me You just go ahead darlingLaugh and whisper behind my backMake me victim of a silent attackGossip little lies about me Those little adjectives you use against meWeird, attention w***e, annoying, stupidWhatever f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1180461/             I have thisthing about me, where whenever someone else does something better than I do, Iget discouraged and quit because I’ll never be as good. It’s really stupid nowthat I think of it. like here&rsqu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1172021/ The car felt so empty without Kaseyin the passenger seat trying to turn my music to the hip hop channel on the wayto the studio. Alicia already knew about her break and she gave Kasey’s solo toKasey’s best friend Chloe. Kasey was upset about that a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1168336/ I woke up to the sound of rocks onmy window. What the hell! I thought, looking at the clock, it read three am. Ihad only been asleep for about four hours. And I had three more to go before Iwas ready to get out of bed. But I stumbled to my window, looking down.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1168334/ “Mom!” I call impatiently scouringmy room, I was late. When she doesn’t answer I yell louder “mum!” I was answeredwith a loud “what!” coming from the bottom of the stairs. I stand quickly andpeek my head out the door. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1168328/ Its way past my bedtime but here I am Writing a poem just for youMy dearest Jamie bear My dancing buddy with the awesome last nameThe girl who is anything but mundane Here I am to say I love youLove your dearest Jenny Pooh  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1168073/ I could dance my daddies socks offOut sing mama in a heartbeat I’m a better actress than my aunt Could outwrite my uncle in a day I don’t what it is about meI was just born this waySo much different than the rest The ugly duck.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1163208/ The pitter patter of rainBut you can still hear the birds singEven as splash by splash Falls upon their feathered little framesThey sing on to make it a beautiful day Oh how I wish I had their perseverance Their ability to sing cheerfully on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/14jennclev/1159961/